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Dec. 31st, 2017 05:52 amIt's always a relief when Christmas ends and the decorations start coming down. Usually it takes until after New Year's for the last of the lights and the garlands to disappear, but at least there's something of a reprieve and far less insistent holiday cheer in the air. No matter how long he's had, no matter how many years it's been, Elvis doubts he'll ever think much more fondly about Christmas than he already does. There are just too many inescapable bad memories there. He's better at getting through it than he used to be, at least, but that doesn't make him any less appreciative to come out on the other side of it, ready to put the whole damn thing behind him once again.
Preparations for the typical New Year's celebration have started to replace the remnants of Christmas, at least in the heart of the city, close to City Hall. He doubts he'll go, or if he does, that he'll do so for very long, but he doesn't think much of it one way or the other as he passes by on his way to the park, the easiest way of cutting through the city on foot. In this weather, a sharp, biting chill in the air, he would probably be better off taking the subway or something, but by the time he determines that, it seems a little too late to, and it doesn't particularly matter anyway. At least he isn't crazy enough to have gone out without a coat.
Even in the middle of the afternoon, the park is quiet, not quite deserted but close to it. As such, he lifts his head instinctively when he hears his name from a ways off, only to smile when he realizes he isn't actually who's being spoken to. "You know, one of these days, this is gonna get real confusing," he calls, laughing a little as he does, heading in the direction of where he's caught sight of Harley and his dog. It really is one hell of a coincidence, the two of them sharing the same name, but at least it's an amusing one.
Preparations for the typical New Year's celebration have started to replace the remnants of Christmas, at least in the heart of the city, close to City Hall. He doubts he'll go, or if he does, that he'll do so for very long, but he doesn't think much of it one way or the other as he passes by on his way to the park, the easiest way of cutting through the city on foot. In this weather, a sharp, biting chill in the air, he would probably be better off taking the subway or something, but by the time he determines that, it seems a little too late to, and it doesn't particularly matter anyway. At least he isn't crazy enough to have gone out without a coat.
Even in the middle of the afternoon, the park is quiet, not quite deserted but close to it. As such, he lifts his head instinctively when he hears his name from a ways off, only to smile when he realizes he isn't actually who's being spoken to. "You know, one of these days, this is gonna get real confusing," he calls, laughing a little as he does, heading in the direction of where he's caught sight of Harley and his dog. It really is one hell of a coincidence, the two of them sharing the same name, but at least it's an amusing one.
